beloved horseflesh
Saturday, April 17, 2010
I am not fortunate enough to grow up around horses, but on the rare occasion, perhaps once a year, that I find myself surrounded by these animals, I get a sense of complete and utter euphoria. Even if I am not the one in the saddle, I am the girl with closed eyes just breathing in the smell of warm flesh, leather, hay and manure.
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